Chapter 12 – Wave
Irishen kept whispering his commentary about the fight and Wave grew wet at the same rate that his dick hardened at her back. Gods, Hellion looked magnificent fighting even while holding his power back. Grant was no slouch either.
Not that she wanted to fuck Grant, but she wasn’t blind. Risha’s whispers proved that he was thinking along the same lines. When Marc appeared, Wave hoped he would jump in, but, to her and everyone else’s utter disappointment, he called off the fight.
The crowd began to disperse immediately. No one wanted to get caught staring, but Wave was rooted in place. Marc noticed them first, then Hellion’s eyes bore into the arm Irishen had banded around her waist.
“Don’t move,” Irishen whispered into her ear. Wave couldn’t have moved even if her life depended on it. “That man is as infuriating as he is handsome.”
It all clicked into place then. All the animosity between the Powerhouses and Irishen. All the half comments. It was because Hellion and Irishen were a thing.
“He flipped out when he thought I was sleeping with you,” Wave murmured softly. “I guess this explains why.” Her heart twisted, but Wave steeled herself against the pain. She had no business being jealous or anything else either. Neither of them was anything to her.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips when Hellion and Marc spun and started jogging away from the scene they had created. Her ex-Prince-Charming and ex-fake-boyfriend, running away from her not-in-her-fucking-life mate. How precious.
Sinister appeared from a portal next to Grant and their eyes locked for the briefest second. Cold dread wrapped around Wave’s spine when she realized the situation she had put herself in.
She wasn’t protected by the Powerhouses. They couldn’t care less about her. It was Irishen who had held Hellion’s interest this whole time. Sinister had no reason to keep her secret and Wave could only imagine the plans they were making for her.
Run!
The voice rang in her ears so loudly, Wave was surprised her ears didn’t bleed. She jerked out of Irishen’s hold and started walking. He called after her and followed, but Wave sped up until she was, in fact, running.
“Fuck. Wayla,” someone snarled as the world swayed. Strong hands grabbed her arms, then the world tilted as she got pulled through a portal.